With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Not one for molly-coddling, Alicia had been quite impressed by the Hogwarts Cup March and it’s... childish brutality. Alicia calls it this because in professional matches, players had died for the sport whereas all these kiddies were just sporting... flesh bone wounds. Today would test some of their resolves - who could push through the pain of rigorous drills? Those students she would recommend to talent scouts across the U.K. as the end of the year grew close.
Underfoot, the grass was springy and light, giving way to the powerful witch as she made her way to the centre of the field, where her students had learned to gather ready for class. ”What an eventful game we enjoyed last week,” Alicia began, an enthusiastic smile gracing her silky smooth face as she stood before them, her feet in the customary (and not so lady-like) shoulder-width apart. She did not have academic robes on; no, Alicia was dressed for the skies and had her well used professional broom in her left hand. No doubt the kids would easily recognise the Firebolt Supreme. ”To those that played, congratulations. For those that did not - do better next time,” she was directing most of that towards the Gryffindor players within her students, disappointed that they’d not made the final. However her tone was not degrading, it was meant as encouragement. ”I’ve watched you all play for the past few months and so within the class I will give you specific, personalised pointers for better game play. Right now you all represent your houses - once you graduate, or perhaps even sooner if you are scouted, you’ll represent Hogwarts as a whole.. and me. So there are very high expectations, yes, however I know that each and every one of you can deliver on them.”
Pausing to let her speech sink in, careful to make eye contact with each of her students, Alicia’s hand stretched on her broomstick and looked almost as if she were playing a piano for a moment. ”Right - so the plan today is that you’re going to have to defend the hoops. Against me,” Alicia said with a devilish grin because she was a world-class chaser. ”For every shot I don’t make against you, you get three shots against me at the end of the day. There’s a catch though, of course. There will be two bludgers, two beaters. One beater will have to protect whomever is scoring, one beater will have to make the person scoring’s life a misery. What do you say, team?”
Tag: all the 6-7 year kids that take Advanced Flying x
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Jan 1, 2020 9:19:21 GMT
Even though Matheus had absolutely zero intention of becoming a professional Quidditch player, Advanced Flying just so happened to be his absolute favourite class. No, not just because he had the opportunity to present his fellow classmates with his naked body, rivulets of sweat beading down the front of his chest, on a regular basis but because of the Professor herself. He'd always had a thing for older women - hello, he'd lost his virginity to a woman in her mid-20s when he was thirteen - and Coach Spinnet was perfect. She was the shining example of how one could be bloody gorgeous and confident without being overly cocky.
Standing in front of the Professor, Matheus admired her commanding stance with a great big grin on his face, one that didn't even fade as she suggested the Gryffindor team do better next time to try and make the final match. He'd tried his best, but ultimately there had only been so much he could do as a chaser - he had no power to score a million and one points because he wasn't a seeker, nor could he block the goals, nor could he actively take any players out with a bludger. There was also the fact that her little speech didn't really effect him all that much because he wasn't going to the big leagues, nor was he ever playing another Quidditch match for Gryffindor again. It was a shame, he looked delicious playing in his Quidditch get-up, if he did say so himself.
Raising his hand as the game plan for today's lesson was revealed, Matheus had a few things to say. "Do we get to choose which position we get? I mean, I'm sweet, I usually pretty versatile with what position I assume -" A slow, dirty grin made it's way onto Matheus' lips, shot straight at every single one of his classmates, "- just ask Wolfgang, but I know some don't like to switch things up."
These lessons was what Mavican felt the most alive for. The flying classes where all she had to do was show everyone that she had what it took to make the big leagues. She admired the fuck out of their new professor knowing very well that if she showed her how much she wanted this, the professor had to see the potential. Mavican didn't dare to think for one moment that she wouldn't be good enough to make it and as she held onto her broom, she had her determination set to do great this lesson.
"Can I be the keeper? Or do you prefer me to stick to beater professor?" she asked and eyed Matheus who made a comment towards Wolfgang. Mavican bit her lip with a small smile, he did have a point. Sure she wasn't the tallest girl, she wasn't even the biggest person either but Mavican was fast and had an eye for the bludger at all times so she didn't mind playing keeper on this one.
Being taught by an accomplished Quidditch player was an opportunity Wolfgang couldn't pass upon, even if he didn't and wouldn't become a professional player. The game was just to keep him in shape, and make him a little more desirable in the eyes of the Hogwarts kissing pool -- although, his striking good looks and sense of style were definitely enough. Hell, it was enough to have Delgado comment on it during class, the shameless devil.
"Matheus, please, proffessor Spinnet need not know about your bedroom habits," he said, rolling his eyes. As always, the most interesting part about the Gryffindor were his muscles and not his intelligence.
"If I may, I'd prefer to be a chaser, as usual. If you are to give us tips, I'd rather them be relevant to my position on the field," Wolfgang continued, pulling his leather gloves a bit lower on his hands, making sure they wouldn't fall off.
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Even though Matheus had absolutely zero intention of becoming a professional Quidditch player, Advanced Flying just so happened to be his absolute favourite class. No, not just because he had the opportunity to present his fellow classmates with his naked body, rivulets of sweat beading down the front of his chest, on a regular basis but because of the Professor herself. He'd always had a thing for older women - hello, he'd lost his virginity to a woman in her mid-20s when he was thirteen - and Coach Spinnet was perfect. She was the shining example of how one could be bloody gorgeous and confident without being overly cocky. 
These lessons was what Mavican felt the most alive for. The flying classes where all she had to do was show everyone that she had what it took to make the big leagues. She admired the fuck out of their new professor knowing very well that if she showed her how much she wanted this, the professor had to see the potential. Mavican didn't dare to think for one moment that she wouldn't be good enough to make it and as she held onto her broom, she had her determination set to do great this lesson. 
